Tag 667, Cahul Moldawien / Mieses Karma und Hundedrama

Dear stranger, First of all: Respect. You grabbed a donation box, secretly cut it open, tucked it under your arm, and made off with it – pure adrenaline, practically your own personal Ocean's Eleven. Except that instead of millions, you found a yawning, rusty emptiness. My donation box was empty. Completely. Lifting the lid and looking inside would have saved you from bad karma. I like to imagine you sitting somewhere in the bushes, breaking open the can with trembling hands like a gold prospector about to strike it rich – and then: nothing. A bit of dust. Maybe a lonely penny that's strayed into the crack. You're practically the Scrooge McDuck of unsuccessful criminals. Honestly, you could have just as easily stolen an empty tin can from my trash – same return, less effort, and I wouldn't have even had to shake my head in disbelief. But you know what? I'm happy for you. Make something of it. Hang it on your wall as a trophy: "Biggest heist of my life – Loot: €0.00." Maybe it'll even become your starting capital for a career as a professional loser. And if you happen to feel like donating instead of stealing: I'll gladly put the box back for you. #thief #donationbox #badkarma